Sue and I get to see it just before sunset, after a tortuous journey through the oil and gas fields of central Bahrain. There are no other trees or any vegetation in sight, just sand, rocks and a couple of gas flares burning in the distance. There are a few other people there, Indians on their day off from jobs in the service or construction sectors. Our host, who’s lived in Bahrain for over 40 years, has never been to see the tree before.
It is easy to climb and sit in. Lots of signatures, hearts and dates are inked in its lower branches. It doesn’t have the immense solidity and security of the Banyan. It’s a comfortable, friendly tree. The sort of tree you'd just like to hang out with for a while. No need to say much, maybe a bit of a chat about old times.